I don’t have much today because I haven’t been messing around on the Interwebs that much. I’ve had stuff to get done and spent time actually “working” in my “home office.”

But I did come across this. It’s a little story about a professor in Sweden who obviously got lucky.

Now, I will say this: It wasn’t me. I am not the thief.

How can you know this for sure? Well, do you think I’m really that nice that I’d take all that time and do that to send stuff back?

No, neither do I.

In fact, sometimes, I wonder just how nice I am at all because the first thing when I saw this, it made me laugh out loud.

Sure, sometimes I can see it, but more often than not, it seems a lot more fun to stay pissed. Or at least to act pissed even when you’re not.

But whatever. Good for that guy. Glad he got his stuff back.

And hell, he probably did forgive the thief then anyway, so maybe he read the same Tiny Buddha post.

Although, that has me thinking again: Why the hell am I reading Tiny Buddha?